5 The Game Has Only Begun

[Construction Site]

Two gang members on patrol stood at a corner chatting together. Completely relaxed and carefree.

"It seems that a few more have died recently."

"Wouldn't it be better to catch some more next time? I'm tired of the ones we have now."

"Haha, that's true."

It's normal for them to carry out such conversations in the open. The police and all the higher-ups are all their people, so why should they be vigilant about something so trivial?

The possibility of them capturing the daughter of some big shot and getting their ass whopped is extremely low. So there is nothing to worry about. This is real life, not some action movie or novel.

What those fools failed to realize is that; what happens, in reality, is far more absurd than what is shown in movies and novels.

Reality has no logic, assholes. And they are gonna find out soon.

"Can't wait for more goods to arrive tommo...."

One of the members started to say. But he was cut short as a cold chill engulfed his heart.

"Something bad is going to happen. Don't look back, RUNNNN" His instincts screamed at him. But as an arrogant fool, he did the opposite. He turned back to take a look.

As his head started to turn, a strong cold hand covered his mouth. A feeling of dread rose inside him. But he was unable to do anything as in the next second, a sharp knife cleanly sliced his throat in a swift movement.

He could only make a little "grunt" as he quickly lost his strength. His eyes turned lifeless as he fell down to the ground. A silent bullet to the forehead also took care of the other one.

All of this happened in a blink of an eye.

Brian and Alex glanced at each other. Following Alex's gesture, the two continued to move toward their next targets.

The two silent predators harvested the gang members' lives in quick succession. The level of defense here is useless to them.

As Alex said, "of the twenty-three people, about twenty could be killed silently without being discovered."

The remaining few were difficult to deal with not because of their high vigilance. But because they were either out in the open or at the control center.

The two predators are creatures of darkness. They wanted to avoid blowing their cover by attacking the members in public. So they decided to target the control center instead.

And according to common sense, an organization's leaders can generally be found at the control center. And they hold the most valuable info.

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[Control Centre]

A man's silhouette covered in shadows can be seen. His feet are resting on the table as he is lying on his expensive chair.

(CLICK)

A lighter is lit.

The shadows surrounding him retrieve in fright of the light. His features become more evident as he brings the lighter toward the cigar in his mouth.

A tough Mediterranean man with long black hair reaching his shoulders. A scar ran through his left eye, blinding it. He is wearing a black tuxedo.

The fire from the lighter illuminates his entire face. Thus revealing his identity before the world.

"Jerico Fernandez"

Jerico Fernandez is a high-level character in the gang, responsible for managing the "construction site," an important site essential for the gang's existence.

At this moment, he is sitting in the control center relaxing. He is looking at the long queue in front of the aluminum-sheeted rooms outside the window. These small aluminum rooms are responsible for making large amounts of money for the gang.

The bigger the number of customers, the better it is for him. He was happy that some money made this way would also fall into his pocket.

He slowly took a long puff of the cigar and asked the subordinates beside him.

"How many did you get in total today?"

"Three….. inferior goods." The subordinate answered him slowly.

"What? Only three? And inferior?" Jerico frowned.

"The police told us to restrain ourselves recently..." the subordinate said with some trepidation.

"Restraint? Why didn't they restrain themselves when they took my money!"

"A bunch of greedy vampires and hypocrites!" Jerico sneered.

"Don't worry about that. The goods must be caught, especially the high-quality ones. They bring the most money."

On the spur of the moment, he distanced himself from his younger brother with the cigar in his hand.

"Do you know how much this cigar costs?"

"No." The subordinate shook his head.

"You just need to know that one of these cigars is more valuable than an inferior good"

Jerico seemed to realize he had said something he shouldn't have.

"I have a question. How much can someone like me sell for?" a voice asked.

"Huh?" Jerico was shocked as he looked in the direction of the voice.

A gentleman with a sunny smile stood at the door. But his eyes were telling a different story. His eyes were that of an enranged and ruthless predator.

Jerico felt as if he is thrown inside an ice cellar. A chill went down his spine as he made eye contact with the speaker.

Somehow coming to his senses, Jerico noticed the gun in the predator's hands. The other hand holds a camera. The black muzzle is aimed at him.

"Who are you?!" Jerico asked, still in shock and fright.

He subconsciously threw away the cigar and wanted to draw his gun, as did the subordinate beside him.

(BANG)

(BANG)

Two quick gunshots sounded in succession.

Jerico and his subordinate fell to the ground, clutching their hands and wailing in pain.

"Alex, the gunshot will alert others," Brian said in a hurry.

"That exactly wants I want, Brian."

Brian stood there confused.

The gunshots made everyone at the construction site alert. Two disheveled French policemen walked out quickly, pulling up their pants as they walked. They then came over with their guns.

However, within two steps, there was a gunshot behind them. When they turned around, they only saw the chaotic fleeing crowd.

And Brian, who is pointing the gun at them coldly. While his left hand is holding an unconscious girl in a blue denim jacket.

The two French policemen decisively threw away their guns and raised their hands.

"As expected of such cowards." Alex, who dragged Jerico and the subordinate out, sighed with emotion.

Bryan killed the two cops within two shots.

"Looks like you didn't find your daughter." Alex walked over and said.

"No..."

Brian's expression was cold. Even though he had expected it, he still had hope in his heart, but this hope has now been shattered...

The anger in his heart made him shoot to vent his anger.

"We will find her, Brian," Alex said with conviction.

He kicked Jerico in the head, who was rolling around in pain and knocked him out.

"We need to leave as soon as possible." Brian is still very vigilant.

"Wait, I still need to do some stuff."

Alex took out a mobile phone from a dead body and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" Brian asked.

"Of course, it's the police!" Alex said with his iconic carefree smile.

"...What?" Brian was confused and thought of all sorts of possibilities.

Didn't the two of them kill all these people? What does the murderer want to do by calling the police himself? Turn himself in?

"Shh, the call is through..."

Alex made a gesture to Brian not to speak.

His expression and tone were filled with panic and fear as he spoke, "Come here quickly! People are being killed here, a lot of people! Two policemen were also killed!"

Regardless of what the other party said, Alex, hung up the phone after saying the address, his face calmed down instantly, and then he started calling another one.

"Hey, is this Le Figaro? [Address] There is a mass murder here! You will definitely regret it if you don't come!"

"Hello, is this Le Monde..."

Alex contacted France's top five newspapers and TV stations.

In this era, when the Internet was not very developed, newspapers and TV stations were the channels with the most audience. Their contact information was also relatively easy to obtain. Alex just found a newsstand and collected them all.

To prevent them from thinking it was a prank. Alex also fired a shot or two every time he made a phone call, accompanied by screaming, which was very realistic.

"What... are you doing?"

Brian was dumbfounded, not only because of Alex's acting skills but also because of the consequences of Alex's actions.

He can almost imagine the situation when the police meet with a bunch of newspaper and TV reporters... If they want to cover up this incident, the people behind this gang will probably have to pay a very high price!

And the women here can also get the most appropriate treatment and help...

Johnny is a good boy!

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me?" Alex mentally shook his head. He is only doing this to pull a massive prank on France herself.

"The Game Has Only Begun."